[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-lord-of-the-immortal-food":3,"chapter-lord-of-the-immortal-food-lord-of-the-immortal-food-chapter-11":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"chinese","Lord of the Immortal Food",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":19,"prevChapterSlug":20,"totalChapters":21,"novelImage":22},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":15,"volume":16,"translator":17,"content_hash":18},2313134,4524,"Chapter 11","lord-of-the-immortal-food-chapter-11",11,"\u003Cp>In Pei Ye’s perception, those eyes had settled on him many times already.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Is there something you want?” Pei Ye asked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The boy before him was younger than Pei Ye, no more than fifteen or sixteen, his eyes bright and lively, dressed in a blue robe, sweat still glistening on his forehead—he had clearly just been dragged out of the martial academy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Brother, didn’t you used to train under Master Lin?” the boy asked cautiously.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Pei Ye nodded. “Yes, what of it?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Then—are you surnamed Pei?” The boy’s voice rose by three tones.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Yes, do you know me?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Big Brother Pei! It really is you! I remember watching the Mid-Autumn Martial Tournament—you were the only one who never lost a match in ten moves! I always climbed trees to cheer for you!” The boy’s face flushed with excitement. “I’m Cheng Feng. You now—”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His voice faltered, his tone dipping slightly as he asked softly, “Big Brother Pei, have you recovered from your injuries?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Pei Ye’s expression flickered. Those two years of glory had always drawn a circle of new recruits around him, asking questions nonstop; now, this boy’s face stirred a faint sense of familiarity.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Cheng Feng…” Pei Ye’s gaze refocused, smiling. “Much better. How’s your martial training going?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Cheng Feng pressed his lips together but couldn’t hide the grin spreading across his mouth. “Fine. Last month, at the academy’s small contest—I came first.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Of course it wouldn’t be poor—being brought here was itself a form of recognition.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Pei Ye looked surprised. “That impressive?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Cheng Feng grinned, finally letting out two “hehe” laughs.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After a few casual exchanges, the conversation returned to their current situation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Cheng Feng frowned. “Big Brother Pei, I heard those people can make someone lose their soul, walking right up to them on their own—is that true?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Pei Ye nodded. “Yes.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Cheng Feng opened his mouth, stunned—such an ability was unheard of.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A nearby child chimed in sharply: “Then why not just tie us up?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Another child immediately retorted: “You’re stupid, Zhang Xiaoyan! If we’re tied up, we can’t run!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The first child rolled his eyes. “You’re the stupid one! You can hide!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The second child puffed out his cheeks, searching for a rebuttal but finding none, then turned to Cheng Feng. “Cheng Feng Brother, can we hide?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Cheng Feng patted both their heads. “Enough. Let’s just follow the elders’ orders.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Cheng Feng Brother” clearly commanded respect; both boys nodded obediently.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“That’s right, Big Brother Pei,” Cheng Feng said after a moment’s silence, leaning close with a frown. “Why don’t they just tie us up and hide us?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Pei Ye said, “Lin Jue rarely leaves home and doesn’t practice martial arts—but they came straight to her house and took her. They have a way of identifying and locating people. Hiding won’t help.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“...Oh.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The two fell silent. The room grew still, and without distraction, the true atmosphere began to surface. Cheng Feng immediately regretted silencing the children—now, the oppressive unease felt even harder to bear.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The room was never large, and outside, the cool rain drizzled endlessly; inside, it had begun to feel stiflingly hot. Pei Ye stood and pushed open both windows, turning to smile at the boys. “Have any of you trained under Master Huang’s palm techniques?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Several heads lifted. Cheng Feng answered, “Big Brother Pei, we’ve all trained under him.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Master Huang was one of the most beloved palm instructors in the academy—not only because he was kind and patient, rarely losing his temper, but because in his youth he had been a storyteller in the provincial capital, gifted with a captivating voice, often regaling the children with dazzling legends during breaks.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Growing up on the edge of remote mountains, the world of children from Fenghuai County was both vivid and thrilling—hunting in the hills, playing in streams, chasing rabbits—enough to make city-raised children stare in awe; yet it was also profoundly barren, where the brilliant achievements of millennia of civilization rarely reached them. Not to mention the nobles of the imperial capital—even children from the provincial city would readily mock them as “country bumpkins.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the stories Master Huang told opened a window for Fenghuai children to glimpse this wondrous, magnificent world: the merfolk of the Southern Seas, the immortals atop Jade Emperor Mountain, the heroes of the Crane and Duck Scrolls…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Back then, that was Pei Ye’s greatest delight; now, this new batch of children was no different. To avoid missing a single tale, they skipped water and the latrine during breaks, rushing out only when training resumed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Pei Ye asked, “Do you know where Master Huang’s stories come from?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was a mystery that haunted every generation of children.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After all, break time was so short—just as a tale reached its climax, it ended, leaving the children frantic, desperate to find the legendary book and read it through in one sitting. But no matter how subtly they probed, Master Huang never revealed a word. Pei Ye and his friends had climbed his courtyard walls more than once over this.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>These boys surely felt the same.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A boy with a sly, monkey-like face leaned forward, whispering carefully: “Brother, do you know?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Several others turned hopeful eyes toward him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Pei Ye couldn’t help smiling—not to amuse them, but because those bright, shining eyes genuinely stirred his pride. He spoke slowly, with quiet assurance: “Since this academy began accepting students, I, Pei Ye, have been the only one to uncover the secret.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Holy mother!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even the most composed boys could no longer sit still; everyone edged closer, some deliberately, some unconsciously. His right sleeve was yanked hard—he looked down to meet Cheng Feng’s radiant, lively face. “Brother! Big Brother Pei! Tell me secretly!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Instantly, the monkey-faced boy shoved him aside. “Cheng Big Butt, do you have any shame?!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Pei Ye laughed. “Cheng Feng, you’re wrong. Joy shared is joy doubled. Why hoard it?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The monkey-faced boy cried out: “He wants to impress Xiu Xiu!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A visible flush rose across Cheng Feng’s thin cheeks. He glared at the boy but said nothing. The boy made a grotesque face, unafraid.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing Cheng Feng truly embarrassed, Pei Ye laughed it off and moved straight to the point. “Actually, Master Huang doesn’t have any storybooks at home. The tales he tells—except the old, overused ones—are all new and brilliant, and they come straight from the county magistrate’s office.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Huh?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The magistrate’s office?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Magistrate Chang secretly writes stories!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Not so, not so,” Pei Ye shook his head, then frowned slightly—a dull ache throbbed in his chest and abdomen. He glanced discreetly at the wine and medicine beside him, then continued smiling. “Have any of you heard of the Official Gazette?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The boys all looked blank.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Pei Ye smiled even more proudly, and began to explain.\u003C\u002Fp>",1127,"2026-06-20T13:17:09.438Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","06f49bec6b9c70773d227d363ceb8c995b50cd87b565e84d08b5877ba4d52a8e","lord-of-the-immortal-food-chapter-12","lord-of-the-immortal-food-chapter-10",771,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Flord-of-the-immortal-food-cover.jpg"]